Leather Bodice, Lace Collar ⋰ A Lookbook ft. Shisu-Chan00 ⋱

May 9, 2018

Leather Bodice, Lace Collar

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For decades it has been known that if the editor of L'Chambre d'Pomme handed you off a fashion designer with no e-mail beforehand, she utterly discarded you as a person worthy of high status. The phone calls were an interesting paradigm shift-- a way to put someone on their toes and blurt out the first thing that came to mind, sticking the knives in their own careers at the disasters that came. Some would stumble over their words and she'd so sweetly assign them their designer. Another knife. Another test. Few who were low in her opinion successfully pulled off her assignments.

But there were those who had clawed to the top and sat perched with their notification volumes on full. Secretaries and personal assistants glued to the inboxes all throughout the day and all throughout the night, waiting to see that faithful name and a simple question:

'Had anyone in mind for the Gala, dear?'

Hours to respond, to research, portfolios upon portfolios gathered and garments galore to peruse through. The eyes raking down each and every fashion line from each and every season. Marching up and down the streets to scrutinize the garment houses as they whored out their wares, practically touching themselves in the hopes to look as appealing and scintillating. It was the definition of desperation.

Big names got to work with multiple people (although that, too, functioned on a tier-system) while well-known corporations dressed up young girls in their labor-system synthetic fabrics.

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had been fortunate enough to get the e-mail. Often cagey and prone to over-exerting himself in these matters, Dana had saw it for his own eyes and promptly whipped up his small team to go over potentials.

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was a big-name in pop culture. Known for his prowess and accolades, the writer/music producer/song writer was an award-winning force of nature who- for being active on social media platforms- had a life few knew little of in term of intimate details. Sharp, predatory eyes graced the cover of GQ and Paper, stretched long in fitted suits and skirts, mid-yawn meme'd during interviews, unafraid of hurting people's careers, strict in his demands for respect.

Dana refused to beat around the bush. He simply sent the commission out-- no meetings, no follow-ups-- just the detailed outline of his expectations.

Hello, I hope this e-mail finds you well,

this is Dana vas Norman Gavleski . I would like you to do a collection based around the theme of L'Chambre's recent gala, "Flurry of Futurism-- Subverting Form on the Wings of Progress." Long-winded but contrite.

I understand you to be a burgeoning figure in your industry. I expect greatness. I'll give you 38 hours of contemplation and ideation on your own. Then we will begin this progress together.

I expect well thought out proposals.

Until then.

And like usual, the only warning of an impending arrival was an e-mail sent ten minutes prior that shortly stated traffic being terrible, but Dana's appearance at the up-and-comers studio coming in at around ten minutes.

Dana quite liked fashion. He thought playing with shape and form was a miraculous feat of creation and better suited as a component of playing the social game. There were many unspoken rules about scrutiny. Fashion was often a make or break moment for many people. The male harpy did not like to break- in fact, despised breaking. So he made sure to research the up-and-comer's studio practices as thoroughly as possible before he picked him. From what the star had seen, the man in question was just about worthy of his call.

May 11, 2018

Name: Alexander Buchanan

Age: 28

Occupation: Fashion Designer

Race: Human

Likes: Silence, rainy days, clothes

Dislikes: Crowded places, galas, and people who look down on him.

The fashion business was full of sharks. Designers were two faced assholes who only told their customers what they wanted to hear in order to stay in business longer. It was a horrible job and yet here he was, standing infront of his workbench with hundreds of his portfolios open looking for something for his new client. He had gotten an email early in the morning the other day and he was told he would have 38 hours in order to come up with a look for a gala that was coming up. His client, was a well known singer/songwriter who was highly popular not only with the people but with the higher ups in the design world too. Not only were they a singer but a model too and a high prioritized one too.

Alexander Buchanan had been up all night pouring over his work looking for a baseline for his team to come up with a look for the gala. They didn’t have long, only 38 hours and this wasn’t going to be enough. Then again, designers were assumed to be magic makers and come up with things like this whenever the time was relavent to everyone but them. Not only that, but their world was sort of backwards.

Alexander was a human, one of the lowest races in the world. He wasn’t even his own boss because he was a human and had to fight harder than anyone to get where he was. For humans, there weren’t that many jobs that yielded enough money, the wag gap between human and fantasy creature were big. He was looked down on as lesser than in the work place by not only his clients but also by everyone he was competing to. This email was unlike anything he had ever gotten and yet, he was picked over all the other creatures and it was a confidence boost.

Little did the business know that he was so close to retiring because of how competitive the work was and his lack of clients but this could be his big break. As morning slowly rose back into his life he realized he had been at his desk all night. Meaning this was going to be a problem after awhile. He wouldn’t be able to get any sleep until after he met with his client and gave him his starter project ideas.

He stretched his arms over his head peering out the window of his studio seeing a car pulling up. He groaned lowly and ran a hand through his blonde hair trying to find anything to think of to make this better than it was. His secretary came in telling him that his client was here, he nodded and walked down to the first floor waiting for his client to come in through those doors. His eyes focused on those doors waiting for his canvas to walk in.

He had high hopes that this guy was going to treat him like the designer he was rather than the crappy human he was. Humans were the bottom of the food chain with the least amount of money, least amount of grace, they were the poor part of the world. Alexander was above average when it came to humans and when people met him they were almost always shocked that he was a human. It wasn't in his files because it was often a reason people turned him down. He didn't think he should be judged on his race but rather the work that he did. The world was a cruel place though and this man could turn his nose up and walk out the door right when he saw him. It was all up to him.

May 11, 2018

"Thank you." Dana stepped out of his car and nodded towards his driver, a blurry figure in the glass of the the studio's doors. He entered without much fanfare but was striking nonetheless. Golden eyes roved the room slowly as he folded circular glasses that had once been on his head and tucked them in the breast pocket of a tightly fitted black turtleneck, vinyl-like in its material, with stringent trousers that accentuated legs that didn't seem to end. He looked young in the face but weathered, pallid, as was expected from his race. It gave his dark skin a washed out and muted look.

The harpy walked in slowly, noticing the minimalist details to the stand-out pieces of architecture and accessory of the first floor. Finally those golden and sharp eyes landed on Alexander. Bangs peeking out from under a studded beret, he briefly blew a stream of air upward that ruffled them as he came closer.

He gave him an obvious once-over without hiding his probing interest before finally settling on locking eyes. "Good morning," Dana said and reached behind him to show a well-worn leather satchel that was bulging to its brim. "I am Dana vas Norman Gavleski, as to who contacted you. I have bought various materials that will be needed for this day," he began and seemed to waste no time in claiming the space. His voice was quiet but carrying and his presence was massive for such a lithe, close-together man. Dana passed Alexander to head for the stairs, continuing as he went.

"I expect diligence. I understand that designers are to form synergistic bonds with their clients. I demand that you do not put upon airs of feigned friendship in order to bypass what people see as the strain of formality." Tone clipped, forward, the brutal nature that the celebrity was always written as having seemed to become apparent within minutes of introduction. "We will go through what you have prepared and I will comment as seen fit. Around 3 in the afternoon, I think 3:13 an appropriate hour, we will have lunch at the bistro off 22nd and Wright Avenue, then continue with final conversation."

Dana turned his head slightly to glance at Alexander as he began to ascend the steps and openly stared, waiting. "I think the plan is appropriate. Let us begin, then."

His tone was certainly bold but his voice sounded distinct from many of the airs that celebrity creatures had. Avian-like races especially had a musical tone to their voices that was unlike the siren purr or fae-adjacent lift and fall associated with such creatures. This was something far more flat with a noticeable double-tonal quality. It fell far away of being naturally charming and pretty, and stopped short of giving away any other hint of a deeper accent. In general, it was, well. It sounded odd.

May 20, 2018

He would be lying if he said he was worried for his meeting with the creature he was going to make his client. He hadn't worked on any such big names in a long while and he wanted to make sure this wasn't going to end horribly. Of course, this wasn't always the way things worked for him. His confidence only went so far. He pulled the edge of his shirt down lower before dusting it away and making sure that it was okay and presentable. Of course, they were right on time as Dana stepped into his studio. He seemed to take in the airs around him before finally settling on Alexander.

He felt a little sick to see those golden eyes look him up and down before seeming to lock onto his own. The goodmorning didn't seem at all sincere and he felt a little sick about it. He sighed lightly and watched as the harpy walked right past him, talking to the air like he wasn't even there. Alex was never one to fallow clients right behind them and he tilted his head a little as he realized this guy was planning to make his hard earned studio his own and that wasn't going to work for him. He walked up the stairs and let his arms fold over his chest. "Are you finished?" He asked an eyebrow raised.

"Just because I am a human does not mean you can come in here and walk all over me. I had no intention of having a fake friendly relationship with you. We get the gala done and we drop contact with one another, problem solved. You however, will not come into my studio that I worked hard to get and make it like its your own. This is my territory and I do not take demands from you, or any other clients." He walked around his desk and gently dropped some papers onto it. "This is my studio and I ask that if you want my help you treat me as an equal. Otherwise I will refuse the offer from you and your company and will go about my way finding another client."

He tilted his head those eyes sliding to the harpy. He was strange for a human, he had confidence that most didn't and he was more charming than them as well. He was able to soothe those around him and he was a real killer for the ladies. He straighened a little and he lightly held out a folder, "I work with my clients as a team not as their puppy. If you want my help on your gala bullshit then I expect to be treated like a person rather than some dog that you can order around. We will do things together, and thats the only way I will do it. Otherwise, you can take your harpy ass back down my steps and out those doors and you can loose my number." he dropped the folder on the table infront of the client.

He was normally a really kind person but of course some things rubbed him the wrong way. Being treated as a dog or as less than dirt to those of his clients was one of them. He hated being treated than less than an equal and he would expect nothing less. He wasn't known for blowing his top too early but he hated when people came into his place of business and told him what to do. It was a service for him to work on the gala for Dana and if he wasn't going to treat him as a neccessity then he wasn't going to help him. He didn't need the money that badly, he was doing better off than most humans and he could quit right now and go live a good life on the coast without anyone bothering him. He wasn't desperate enough to need this type of shit from this type of person.

May 20, 2018

Lips parting to answer the question, they remained like that as the human man began to speak. It was… surprising? Dana was being snapped at and the attacker didn't seem to have an intention of stopping anytime soon. As it continued, the harpy slowly closed his mouth and watched the human with a neutral expression that emphasized how too-bright golden eyes clashed with such washed out skin. It picked up color in the cheeks, likely the flush from surprise or anger that had risen in the avian with the amount of sheer provocation he was weathering.

Dana had not had to encounter many humans.

Photographers, artisans, celebrities, news reporters, article writers, the names that flashed through his mind that worked with or for him- hosted him, interviewed him- were various creatures. Their staffs may have had a few humans here and there. He's of course seen humans in offices and living glamorously in stock photos, on reality television and other networks. Before his ascent into the world of prosperity, the man's interaction with anything, really, had been limited.

Harpies lived in craters and mountainous areas, their homes in ruins and holes of formidable lengths of mountainous ranges. Crags and fissures of iron ore and various sediment were the only homes harpies could have. At first self-imposed, the isolation of the harpies soon became a hard mandate. Tensions had boiled and led up to the decision after various news articles of long ago. A bill passed at the turn of the 23rd century recognized harpies as having no advanced forms of magic or educational schools of theoretical magic practice, thus deeming their house-bound crafts and spells as rudimentary and unfit to be preformed. Restrictions against these lesser known magics were banned from being in modern city center, and so, harpies were not allowed to live in any of the major metropolitans.

A hard and brutal people became even more suited to high octane violence and paranoia. That coupled with the extremely, incredibly rare nature of a male harpy being born and Dana was sheltered for so much of his life that every race that he ever came in contact with was in the form of a story that disfigured the features and personalities of them. Dana only ever saw humans as moving dots collecting materials from various strips of his home and the forestry around it.

Out of all creatures, he liked humans the best. They were diligent, hardworking. They were varied in their cultures and didn't have airs. They were simple and sometimes feeble, but courageous. Also had an exciting history of warmongering. Titillating stuff to hear about.

So being barked at by a human man while standing in what was "his territory" did make a thrill travel up his spine. By the end of the spiel, he felt like he was being absolutely flirted with. But the nature of harpy culture was so rooted in violence and aggression, so different from other races, that he understood his interpretation was ill-suited for reaction. But the tension in his muscles wasn't relaxing and his pupils, dilated and spiked, were having a hard time not keeping track of the veins in Alexander's body, the bob of his throat and how easy it would be to engage in a fight with him, the both of them torn to shreds-- slamming into him to rocket out of the studio's window and pummeling him into the ground, the human tearing at his skin-- screaming at him--

Dana blinked for the first time throughout the entire interaction and eased. "Ah," he breathed then continued to gaze silently at Alexander, lips pursed before approaching the man's desk. The harpy took out a binder and placed it on the surface while one hand took the folder. "I am treating you equally." He looked at the man, eyes locking again. "Working with you and eating with you. That is what equals do. I will not… grovel at your mercy and lampoon myself due to my fascination with your clothing and process. But do not mistake focus as disrespect."

The harpy lowered himself into a seat in front of the desk and stabbed a hole into a waterbottle from his satchel, tipping it back to drink from it. Cool himself off. He also fished out a small ziploc bag of gummy worms, the folder now resting on his lap as he ate one. "Would you like?"

May 22, 2018

After his long and very stern talking to Alexander was standing behind his desk staring down the beautiful creature in his office. This was everything he had ever worked for, everything he had ever wanted. This place where this creature stood was made on his own hard work and Alexander had no intentions of being treated like shit in his own home. He had had so many horrible encounters with other supernatural creatures that this harpy didn't seem to be any different. It was hard to think that someone like Dana could be in his office and this outburst just might ruin it, but thats not the problem.

Alexander never had a good encounter with other races, even outside of modeling and showbiz. They just had a sense of entitlement fromt he moment they were born and treated humans as if they were dirt. Humans never raised to the famous level as shown on tv. It was shown they lived well to make the elites feel better about themselves for leaving humans in poverty. Alexander and a few other humans were treated better but some still talked down to him and disrespected him even though he was working hard throughout his life. He watched the creature infront of him trying to figure out what his response would be. Trying to find out if he gained a new companion or if he had lost a client.

Something strange had happened however, the harpy seemed to be a little excited. His pupils were dilated and his lips were parted. Alexander was about to say something when he finally blinked letting out an 'Ah' before he gazed to the man behind the desk. His eyebrows lifted a little confused by the enteraction but smiled lightly to find that the harpy was coming to his desk. It was a small twitch of a smile and it was gone as soon as fingers traced over his binder and opened it, pulling out the folder he had showed him before. Their eyes locked as he spoke and Alexander felt a light twitch of confusion in the back of his mind seeming that this creature assumed he was treating them equally already.

He watched as the creature lowered himself into a chair and seemed to make himself comfortable. Alexander was shocked and he tilted his head before lowering himself into his own chair. He leaned his arms on the desk infront of him and lightly sighed, "Well then excuse me. Being a human in this industry is rough. Most clients don't believe i am capable of giving them the work they need. I just ask that we work together and that you treat me how you would anyone else." He nodded a little and shook his head. "I don't need any thank you. That folder has my rough sketches for the work. I hadn't really seen much of you so I didn't know...you're breathtaking in person. I want to resketch some things to fit the image I have of you now."

He moved some papers around his desk looking for something. His desk was mostly a mess, pencils and erasor shavings dotted the area. He stood and walked away going to a shelf and pulling out a new sketch book. "Do you have a specific color scheme you want for the gala? I'm thinking gold would work agaisnt your skin tone rather amazingly..." He was more of talking to himself now than anything. He felt embarrassed for his outburst earlier. He sat the sketch book down on his desk and sat down pulling a pencil his way before opening it. He flipped past multiple pages of both artwork and design work trying to find a blank page. When he found one he peered up to the harpy a moment and then started to draw something.

He was quick about it and it was just a rough draft of the harpy's bodytype and the colors of it. He sat it aside and lightly leaned over his desk grabbing the folder in the others lap. "We can always collaborate to make something together instead of taking just my ideas...I've never worked for the gala before so I am excited to but I also know you have more experience with what they are expecting there." He opened it and lightly touched one of the drawings. It was rather beautiful, long flowing materials hanging off in almost like a dress of all different colors and lengths and the main focus was the wings that the harpy would have. They were golden and glowing lowly in the light. It was just a concept but it was his favorite. "I like this one. Of course we can always change it." He shrugged a little before sitting down.

May 24, 2018

Humans being treated poorly? He could see that. Dana understood the struggle of working hard in your industry only to be slighted by underhanded comments and dismissive behaviours. It made labor parties make a lot more sense that was for sure. Although he'd only recently learned about unions a year ago and found them to be quite novel. If it were up to him, he'd have just attacked someone or manipulated a situation to state his dominance.

But that was just him.

Releasing a quiet hum of confirmation at Alexander's request, Dana muted his amusement to keep it from showing on his face. And to think he'd been trying for more politeness this time. But some things couldn't be helped. One time an assistant- a very close one, he missed her dearly after she'd left for an amazing opportunity elsewhere- one time she'd made a meek suggestion about investing in a book of etiquette. Maybe he should revisit that idea. Even if it was laughable. Once told the contents of the folder, he opened it carefully and sorted his bag and gummy worms. Shrugging the satchel off to rest it against the chair of his seat, Dana placed the snack against the side of his leg so the folder could take up more of the room in his lap.

The comment Alexander made had the side of Dana's mouth twitch in a smile before the expression smoothed. Alexander fingered through the rough designs, scanning them with a sharp eye. Although considered an "artist" himself, the harpy held great admiration of the traditional art form. His hands could never make the shapes and forms that created exquisite designs. The ideas in his head could only be expressed in broken script. But even the sketchy and exaggerated forms of Alexander's roughs were such a feat of design. Carefully considering each drawing, the only thing that seemed to move on the harpy were his eyes, flicking between each page that a twitch of a digit revealed. He was unnervingly still. Enraptured, the harpy had zoned in on the differing pressure lines that creased the paper.

So often people showed digital reproductions on slim pads or photocopied paper, high gloss. Or they magicked colors to float around the air like half-rate magicians. Alexander's drawings were intriguingly tactile and only added to the beauty. Carefully, Dana's finger traced a thin line that turned deep and fat, feeling the dip with his nail before catching movement in his forward area.

"Oh." His grip loosened so the man could take the folder with ease and Dana watched him return behind the desk. Dana put his legs out and took one long drag, pulling the chair with him as a hand deftly snatched up the satchel that'd been resting against his seat before it could topple over. The scratching sound was grating but the celebrity didn't flinch, merely looking closer at the drawing Alexander indicated.

It was gorgeous, that couldn't be stressed enough. Alexander was almost certain it would fit him well. Long trains and effects made him seem that much more striking and granted him a certain ethereal nature on red carpets or on the golden scrolls. He hummed then gently tapped the paper. "It's exquisite." Looking at the man across from him, Dana picked a gummy worm from his snack bag and sucked it into his mouth, chewing before he spoke.

"I need you to make something ugly." He ate another worm. "I've had too many designers who create moments of ethereal beauty. I look like a fairy or some other floaty creature. It will no longer do. I am tired of being praised for looking like a masturbation of myself and my culture." Dana's tone remained even but the narrowing of his eyes communicated a deep-seated bitterness before it cleared to the usual neutral, smooth face.

He flipped the portfolio to a tab with images of valkyries, old metropolitan designs from sets of movies set in the future, and newspaper clippings that showed the rarely seen harpies- all the way back when the trials had been happening, brutal faces in tatters of clothes and thick, intricate weaving surrounded by the glossy elite of the magical world. Dana tapped the page. "I need to channel these. The subpar extroversion of form will wait. You and I will create not only a garment, but a moment, an exquisite moment. You will savagely tear out the throat of the elite with our collaboration, and I will be the deliverer of this attack. And we will both bask in the resulting death throes of the industry while we make an ascent into figures branded in time."

Dana put an elbow on the table, looking back at the gorgeous sketch Alexander had created. "Perhaps you could wear it?" he queried. "It'd be a spectacular display."

May 28, 2018

It was strange, the harpy before him didn’t seem to move as he thumbed through the works. His eyes were the only thing that seemed to be moving and he showed no real interest in anything that Alexander had put forth. He watched the others long fingers trace over his work, as if etching them into his mind. He wanted to say something, anything to get his thoughts back on the subject but as he moved him back to his desk to show him his favorite rough draft the other still didn’t seem to understand.

He peered over to him as he realized the harpy was more than happy with the work only, not. He heard the remark and tilted his head, “Ugly?” he questioned but was soon cut off by the others words. It made total sense but he hadn’t thought that this gallery they were working up to was for making a point.

He leaned back in his chair a moment as he tilted his head watching the other speak. He then gragged the portfolio and flipped to the old metropolitan designs and tattered clothing with horrible dirty faces. He was shocked of course and he leaned back into his seat for a moment only to couch lightly.

“Alright. So we stick it to the elite to prove a point you wish to make. That’s all well in good…” He was once more cut off when the other asked if he could wear the sketch. Alexander scoffed and shook his head pulling the drawing to him and then throwing it away. “I highly doubt anyone would like to see me dressed in something like that. Humans aren’t…beautiful.” He stood and stretched his arms over his head a moment groaning lightly.

“I hadn’t expected my entire portfolio to be trashed but I think we can make something work. I need a base image of what you’re wanting…I can make anything you like and prove the point you wish to make long as I have a starter image..you have a lot of bases here. I need one in order to pull a piece from it.” He gently tapped the picture of harpies in tattered clothing. “We could go here, and dress you in something similar or…” he tapped the futuristic artwork from here.” He shrugged lightly and tilted his head.

“I can make this work Dana…may I call you that? Long as you give me the message you want everyone else to hear.” He smiled a little and closed his portfolio and swiveled on his chair putting it into a file cabinet. “Seeing as we won’t need these we can start from scratch. I have a better image of you in my head…I may need you to try on basic things after we start the designs. I’m sure you would like to be working with me every step of the way?” he asked turning his chair back around to face Dana.

He had no intentions of his portfolio being completely thrown out. It had really shocked him and he hadn’t thought that something like that could happen. He assumed that the gala that they were talking about would want to focus in on the harpies wings rather than something so barbaric but if anyone would understand the unequal treatment between races it was Alexander. He was more than willing to help Dana get the point across about his people and the fact that being exploited in such a way would pass no more. The excitement for the part seemed to grow on him…knowing the industry would not welcome his new line they would have to deal with it thanks to the standing of Dana who would be wearing his work.

He figured if they worked together they could make this work. They could easily show everyone exactly what they had been missing out on. Dana was an intriguing creature and as much as Alexander wanted to make the beautiful piece for him he knew that it wasn’t always about beauty. They could tell a story together as long as they worked through it. It didn’t have to be a fake modeling gig like usual. This could be their breaking point.

June 2, 2018

Watching the drawing crinkle and get tossed compelled Dana significantly. The man didn't bother to hide his movements as the other spoke, watching and listening attentively as he reached down and took the drawing from the shallow trash bin. He smoothed it down and remained seated as he watched Alexander speak. His eyes snapped to the fingers, hearing the tapping in high detail as his vision focused on the hair on Alexander's knuckles. Humans were so interesting in their ruggedness. All of the high society liked to be hairless and plucked clean. The little wisps, the folicles, delighted him.

Dana nodded his understanding at the man's instruction, although his expression became partially disgruntled. It was weird that. Being instructed. He didn't know how he felt about being on the receiving end but it was necessary for the cause and Alexander didn't seem stupid. So his guidance could be trusted.

All the little motions and mechanisms of his body were eye-catching. Dana let his body guide him, nodding again, watching him put the file away. How this man could say humankind were objectively un-beautiful was boggling. But sometimes people's lies become their truths.

The last questions stuck with him. His face finally cracked and grinned, white teeth flashing briefly in the light of the room before hiding again behind his still expression. "Yes. I intend to work with you in every and any way." Dana opened a notebook from his satchel and tugged a pen free from its outside pocket, titling the page and tearing it free from its perforated binding. He wrote fast, passing it to Alexander while keeping his habit of maintaining unnerving amounts of constant eye contact. "Here."

"That is my phone number. I have a separate phone for collecting and archiving photos. I added that number as well. These things are all labeled." He pointed to the individual notes. The first two pieces of his contact information, the e-mail the designer already had, and two addresses, separately labeled as 'hovel' and 'secondary abode.' Dana continued to explain, "I do not own two separate places where I live. This is the housing complex of a friend I know. I go there when people want to invite me to their 43rd housewarming anniversaries, or another frivolous party where I'm expected to--" a cringe "interact…. With other people."

The very thought of it seemed to exhaust the harpy, who sunk back in his seat and looked just as coy, soft, and spent as a woman in 19th century artworks who'd caught some form of the vapors. Shaking his head free from the fearsome memories, the man looked off at some space in the office before recollecting himself into the typical stiff-seated, sharp-eyed position. "When you come to either of the two locations, I will give you a personalised passcode for your entry. You will also have to prepare a nightbag. Perhaps a daybag as well. Bring toothbrushes. I am very serious about who I decide to work with on things that are actually important. You yourself want to work together the entire way along this path, correct? Well."

Dana lifted an elegant shoulder. "Here it is."

June 8, 2018

Alexander’s eyes shifted to the harpy that still sat in his office. It was so strange, a drawing that Alexander could have easily recreated was pulled from the trashcan and smoothed out. His eyes seemed to fall on that picture and his eyes flicked back up to the harpy. His words still leaving his mouth as if he didn’t just notice the other taking out the thing he had purposely thrown away. Everything about this fascinating creature was beautiful. His eyes, the structure of his face the way it stood unchanging even in the worst of situations. This harpy was magnificent and yet he was tired of being called so. It was strange, Alexander never wanted to be called beautiful but he did want to be treasured by someone.

His life had been full of one-night stands and relationships that could hardly be called that. Many were with humans…and most wanted to sleep with him for his money. None were ever something serious to him and none ever treasured him. He wondered how many partners this harpy has had, and how many actually loved him for him and not that body of his.

It was strange that now the harpy was accepting his guidance. Nodding in turn as the designer finished speaking, accepting wholeheartedly that he was willing to do this. However, it seemed that the Harpy couldn’t stay emotionless for good. A smile, so out of place on his face, broke free and Alexander saw a glimpse of pearly whites and then nothing once more. He couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle as he watched the other agree with him and then start to shuffle through his satchel. He was sort of cute in an odd kind of way. Alexander could only hope whoever was with him in this moment was appreciating this side of him too and not just the workaholic the harpy seemed to be.

Alexander reached out for the contact information, not even feeling very uncomfortable that the harpy was keeping eyecontact with him. It didn’t bother him as much, most people refused to look him in the eyes. He welcomed the break from the consistent. Alexander let his eyes drop to the paper he had just been given as Dana started to list out all the numbers he had written down and which ones where which. They had labels on them which would come in handy. Alexander put the paper down on his desk and looked back up to the other who seemed to be explaining his double addresses. Once more Alexander had to fight back an amused chuckle for the small harpy didn’t like interaction and yet they had been talking for at least an hour without him having much trouble. The irony of it all was just hilarious.

The last few words took Alexander off guard. A day bag? Nightbag? Toothbrushes? Why would he need all those things? Was this harpy planning for him to spend the night? He cleared his throat and smiled a little, “Alright…when would you be free for our first meeting? I wouldn’t want to come to your home unannounced. I figure during this time we can get proper measurements of you and start the rough drafts for the artwork. This is going to be heavily influenced by you so I would need you there almost ever step of the way…to make sure it’s the message you want to give out to the world.” He stood once more and walked to his laptop bag putting the paper he had just received into it where he would be sure to remember it when he got back to his apartment.

He then leaned against the wall looking over at the other, “Perhaps we could grab something to eat while we arrange our next meeting? I don’t know about you but I’m starved.” He smiled a little and pushed off from the wall moving back to his desk and grabbing his wallet and phone before putting them into his pockets. He then reached over and grabbed his car keys and peered back to the harpy, “Come on! Lets take a break from being all serious and grab some grub. I think we have a good baseline and stuff at the moment so we can take a little breather. I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning so…” He looked away and then smiled a little opening the door to his office and waiting for Dana to follow him.

June 9, 2018

His attention flickered visibly at the question of their first meeting. Bypassing the question in his head took nearly a minute. 'Isn't this our first meeting? We cannot meet twice and call it a first. That's foolish. Is this not a meeting? What is this? What are we doing?' They piled on each other and summoned a dizziness that Dana didn't show. Instead he just nodded and made a point to dig through his things again to pull out an agenda. Once an interviewer had prodded him about it. It looked handmade but without the finishing varnishes and high gloss that most "handmade" factory-worked objects had.

It was also cluttered with various glittering, holographic stickers and hot-glued pressed leaves and flowers. Something so totally clashing to the man currently dressed head to toe in black.

As he was busy being flooded with mindless questions, he also was taking note of interesting things about his new partner. Like the fact that he was so at ease in his space. People make their homes- not through palette swatches and all glass fixtures, but through confidence. And Dana could see that Alexander was confident. This was his. He liked that strength. Someone sure of their capabilities and their position. Even more was his range of emotions. Alexander was polite but gruff. Expressive but well-maintained. Maybe getting used to big-wigs had kept the harpy from enjoying the company of people who weren't neurotic surgery nightmares with all their pins perfectly placed.

It was also fun to watch the other man move. Dana thinks he likes his hands especially, calloused but dexterous, no overt manicure. Well-maintained. That word kept coming up again. Alexander was very well-maintained. There was a lot to appreciate about him.

But getting out his planner did pull Dana back into the moment. He scanned his planner for openings- which there were very few of. Requested TV appearances, ad spot inquiries, sponsorship parties, gigs train stops away, dress rehearsals. Seemingly making his own organizational habits, the planer's page for that month had been organized with its own key for marking level of importance, dates and times fastidiously entered with different colors coming together in an array of information. The harpy read all of these things with a crease forming between his brows. Well. This just couldn't do.

He remained bent over his agenda with the crease between his brow and a single tooth worrying at a corner of his mouth before his peripheral senses started to swell with the knowledge of being watched. Carefully smoothing his expression, the harpy glanced up at Alexander speaking, watching him move from the wall and back to his desk- the desk, the centerpoint of his existence in this office it seemed, he went back and forth, to and from, like one of those insects or maybe a bat. Having a smile turned on him so openly made Dana feel--

Weird?

(On the inside he felt a dry eye roll. As if he hadn't predicted the times that this would happen, reprimanded at the very start of their introduction for predicting so well the events of the day-- it was even around the time he had suggested they'd break to eat. He knew studying human habits would work out. They needed food. He was right. Dana was so used to being right that indignation at other people brushing off his rightness was now just this-- a mental sigh, a small tug in his chest that released wait yes-)

"Yesterday morning?" Dana's incredulous repetition was probably the first outwardly emotional tone he'd taken that day, excluding tiredness. Yesterday morning! He didn't even look like someone who could survive on giant meals and not need anything further. Humans didn't work as berserkers anymore-- did they?-- regardless, it was completely confusing. Dana often forgot to eat but that's because he's Dana and has the energy stores built in to survive. Humans were not Dana. Alexander was no Dana.

Collecting everything into his bag, the harpy stood with a huff, shaking things so they settled deeper into their nooks. "Why didn't you accept my- thank you- gelatin worms when I offered them?" the man said as he walked through the door, shaking his head. "There's weight to them. You can't not eat for over 24 hours. You need fuel. This could have been fueling. Fuel-filling." Rueful, Dana descended the stairs, mentally cursing Alexander and his idiotic smile with his stupid actions and decisions.

June 9, 2018

Alexander watched the other in his office for what seemed like hours. He had pulled out this rather banged up handmade agenda to look at his schedule. So strange, most people of his status had someone else to look after these things. Someone else to look at the things and times he could fit in a meeting with Alex to work on their work together. This thankfully gave him a moment to study Dana in all of his beautiful glory. The dark tones of his skin against the black seemed to be like a huge contrast and yet…he liked it. His eyes traveled down to the harpies fingers watching as they scanned the page for a slot that was open.

His eyes moved again shifting to the others waist and hips. He was small yet looked built for someone his size. His eyes roamed back up to the others neck and collarbones, tracing the arch of his neck up to his jaw line. How strange it was that some other creature could be so beautiful. Alexander thought humans were ugly beings, thrown back to their animal instincts and unable to control their emotions. This man before him was stoic, unchanging, he could sit there with the same expression for hours and it not bother him. Yet…now as Alexander sat there and watched him his teeth were pulling at his lips as if he wasn’t finding what he was looking for in his schedule.

He thought it was surprisingly a cute gesture from him. Someone who had been so serious for so long this entire time was now showing some discomfort and it was just a well-deserved expression. Alexander wanted to laugh at it but kept it hidden and instead just lent out a friendly smile. He figured it was worth it because they decided to be working together rather than against one another. He welcomed the friendliness between them.

His studying got cut short as he was noticed for watching him and the harpy seemed to get rid of that expression. Sadly, Alexander was upset to see it go. With the mention of not eating since yesterday morning he was greeted with a rather upset sounding repetition of it from Dana. He smiled a little uneasily, “Yea…I’ve been getting ready for you. I didn’t have anything planned so.” He shrugged a little holding the door open for Dana who got his things together and stood. He thought it was a little cute that he was all upset about it.

He pushed himself against the wall as Dana passed him, brushing against him just slightly before he shut and locked his office behind them heading down the stairs after Dana. “You know I didn’t accept them because I don’t like them? Plus I’m not starving really. I go sometimes days without eating. This job is very…taxing.” He moved to the front door and opened it for Dana and pulled his keys out. “Mind riding with me? I don’t do well with big entourages so I would rather our lunch just be the two of us. I promise my car isn’t a junker.” He walked backwards looking at Dana as he moved to the sidewalk outside of his business. He moved his hands to his jacket buttoning it as he put his other hand in his pocket with his keys.

It was so strange being with another creature. Did Dana even eat? He didn't know but he wondered when he did if he did at all. He was nervous to ask, Dana looked like a disapointed mom after finding out her son had stopped eating. He looked more than determined to get food into Alexander before the end of their meeting. Alexander didn't mind the mention of food from Dana earlier it was the fact that it was forced that he minded. He shouldn't be on such a strict schedule when instead he was just enjoying their company. Alexander was a strange guy, he was usually really professional when it came to work but outside of it it was almost like he was a big child. Specially after he got close to someone he would tease and joke around with them over and over again without a worry in the world that he would be judged. His expressions came freely with those he was comfortable with. Whereas with work a smile only came out every so often.

June 10, 2018

Alexander's reasoning was both confusing and vexing. Dana didn't know which emotion to feed more into, so settled on pursing his lips and biting back any retorts. His mind was still clouded with unfortunate feeling. His olfactory senses kept processing the human's scent, which was so rudely and ungraciously rubbed against him after some friction in the hallway of his office. Not that Dana minded. In the moment, it was like being misted with setting spray- granting the absence of the coolness. But his skin prickled with it and pores reacted. It wasn't that the designer smelled good per say. Fruit smell good. Vegetation and such. Those are perfumes. Those smell good. Alexander wasn't a perfume.

It was unfortunately pleasant. Sweat, fresh and stale, blood, skin in the process of dying, the office's deodorizers, a laundry detergent, and a base human smell. But everyone had their own glitz. Dana liked Alexander's glitz, which is why he found the current thoughts rewinding and playing back again in his head. Distracting him from settling on a feeling, distracting him from continuing his reprimands, distracting him from having replied to the gummy-worm issue.

His mind snapped back when the barest inch of the door had opened and the street's grime and life smacked Alexander's scent away briefly.

Focus. Zoom. Zoom out-- focus. "I don't mind. I like small things, too. Not your car. Your car isn't small. I meant personal lunches." Dana could roll his eyes at himself, irritation flaring at the fact that he even felt a little embarrassed for being so caught up in his own thoughts. Dana hated embarrassment. It was too burn-y inside of his chest. "I believe you will keep your promise. Also, thank you," he said somewhat lamely. Unfolding the glasses that'd been tucked away in his breast pocket, the harpy unfolded the shaded spectacles and pushed them on with a sniff. "What would you like to eat? I have no particular tastes, so I hope you're not indecisive."

He felt a bit disappointed and wasn't ashamed to admit that he had perversely wanted to watch Alexander walk in front of him. Not only was it a show of trust to walk with your back to a companion, but well, he wanted to see his rear. And see his legs bend.

In the mountains of Dana's home, the forms of many harpies were twisted in the eyes of higher society. Their legs were backwards with heavy claws to steady them. However tall and proud they stood it was still the avian talons and motion that drew away attention. He supposed it wasn't so bad to see the smiling man. It was, in fact, better than okay.

The shades thankfully hid his gaze. He traced from the human's foot, up strong calves and nice legs, taking note of his clothing and taste, the accentuated creases around his thighs and how walking backward seemed to stretch his height out, pulled the man's shirt up, which Dana made sure not to miss. He was a fan of a good stomach. A belly was one of the better delights of a fresh kill. The intestines stored beneath soft, yielding skin or muscled ad tensed hide, were always delicious. They were also fun to play with. A common thread he noted in most creatures- even some reptiles- was the open enjoyment of a played-with stomach. Sensitive and ticklish. Nice surface area. Where all the food collects, eaten away by strong acids. Amazing.

"Be careful not to trip," the harpy stated as he watched the curious gazes of passer-bys on their distance and interaction.

June 10, 2018

Alexander was more than happy to hear that Dana was more than okay with the one on one luncheon he had decided on. The thank you was a little shock to him though as he tilted his head looking over at the harpy. Alexander had a pair of sunglasses as well but he kept his in his car, where he would grab them when they got in. “Hm, luckily for you I’m not indecisive. I’ll pick a place and you can just suck it up and eat with me yea?” Alexander smiled a little and shifted getting his keys out and guiding himself to the curve of his building.

“I’m not going to trip. Thanks for your worry though.” He turned around, his back facing the harpy as he guided the other to the hidden parking lot behind his building. He felt a little bad for walking in front of him but then again it wasn’t like the harpy had long legs like he did. He clicked the unlock button on his keys hearing a happy little chirp from the black car on the side of the building. It was one of the closest ones to the door and one of the nicer ones too. It was a two door coupe fast enough to be considered a sports car yet safe enough to be for a family. It was suave and fit his lifestyle really well.

He walked to the drivers’ side and opened the door peering behind him for the harpy. “So? Do you have any openings in your busy schedule for us to meet up at your place to work on all this? I know you looked in your agenda but your face told me there weren’t any openings. I bet life as a celebrity can be pretty tough.” He rested his arms on the top of his car waiting for Dana to open the passenger side door and get in with him. He found it rude to just get in without him so he would wait on him. Plus, it was airing out the stifling heat that had accumulated in his car all day.

Alexander had never been around a harpy before but Dana seemed to be very interesting to say the least. When he got flustered he seemed to get a little irritated. When he got embarrassed he seemed to say some weird things that didn’t really make sense in the context. Alexander was even learning to read his expressions that he realized he was disappointed? Or rather upset? About something as they walked toward the parking lot. He didn’t really know what it was but Dana’s eyes followed him wherever he went, or so he thought.

Maybe he thought it was his imagination. A well known artist and model following him around with their eyes? Like he was actually attractive to them? How weird of a thought and how backward for him to believe. Dana wasn’t watching him because he liked what he saw it was more of he was just very into eye contact right? Alexander didn’t know but he did not hide the fact that he liked Dana’s looks. No one really needed to he was a model and used to people checking him out and looking him over.

Alexander was probably a little different though because his eyes didn’t land on his body. Instead they focused on the mans face, every inch of it and every stoic line was like an addiction. He had never met anyone who could hold one expression for as long as Dana. Who would be so impassive and not show a hint of frustration or irritation. Alexander grew up around humans, he very rarely interacted so closely with creatures other than his own race. Humans were like a book, you could read them inside and out by their body language, their facial expressions, the little twitch at the corner of their eye. It was all a tell of how they really felt, letting the other party know how they really felt. Dana was not like that and it was intriguing to him, he wanted to know every face this harpy could make.

June 11, 2018

Suck it up and eat with me. Once Dana had settled on the emotion he felt about that (tickled, definitely tickled) the other man had turned around. Which afforded him the secret delight of watching him walk away. It didn't have the same poetic effects as songs since he was ardently following but the sentiment was there. Getting the attention off of him felt like a relief and all too quickly did his gaze drop to do another analysis of his human collaborator. He kept his pace even and respectable, maintaining the same distance eve when the other had turned around. He kept quiet, he didn't make any remarks or exclaim, but did what he had always done for years- did what he had done, that which had catapulted him to his celebrity now.

Dana took advantage of an opportunity.

Alexander had nice legs. That had been established. His calves were stronger now that the harpy could see his stride, with shapely legs that didn't go beyond the typical straight up and down. His waist tapered, his torso was lean, his shoulders weren't overtly broad and his neck was strong. His hair was nice. He liked his ears. He had a nice ass.

Forms of camouflage were pertinent to understand for harpies. They needed to recognize real from fake, know when they might be tricked, and be able to see past weak disguises to discern true strength. So Dana was interested in Alexander's camoflauge. For someone like him, a world-class designer, an innovative mind with a roguish charm, a charisma and strength, a power, well. Dressing so casually was a Choice. A Decision. It had to be. Was Alexander trying to downplay his appeal? Dana mused as they neared the car (which only furthered his suspicions and confirmed his initial take on the man's personality) but hadn't gotten caught in his typical spiral. When Alexander finally spoke again, Dana was able to understand it and reply.

He stopped by the passenger door and cracked it open, letting the heat from its interior blast him without a flinch. "Hm." The harpy stood still before mimicking Alexander's laisez-faire attitude, arms crossing o the top of the car before a hand pushed his sunglasses up as the man rubbed under his eyes. "Hmm…" The sunlight hit the gold of his eyes squarely but he didn't react, pupil's only reacting to the contact with a shrink and grow before seeming to haze over as the man spoke chewed on his lip again. Swiftly, he pulled back from his position and slid into the car with a deep sigh-- which was a mistake because then, breathing in, the stench of Alexander consumed his vision.

Head swimming briefly, Dana made sure his mouth was closed so he wouldn't gasp and put new observations on the sidelines of his brain (like the fact that Alexander smelled just so good, there was something in the air like stale food, and his sweat was all over, and his clothes, but also that scent was Victoria Magnum-Bane Sherei from her Audacity collection which he adored, Alexander had amazing taste, he would taste amazing, Alexander tastes amazing) so he could speak clearly. "You are a new priority. I'll make time. You have my house number. I have nothing scheduled in the evening for today, and tomorrow I can push you for a 3:43 slot," he stated before blowing out another stream of his breath.

Surrounding himself with his own stink would be good. A good plan. "However," he continued, putting his sunglasses back in his pocket and fishing for another gummy worm (sweet smells, good distraction) "I'll send you a copy of my schedule and you can make inquiries and suggestions based on your own schedule."

June 11, 2018

Alexander could feel the prickling on his neck that told him eyes were on his back. Well…his back and everywhere else too. He felt it like the warm sun on his back on a particularly hot day. Dana was checking him out for one reason or another and Alexander wasn’t too upset about it. Instead it made him feel a little delighted. Not many people checked him out for the purpose of just enjoying his body. Alexander wasn’t too keen on working out but his body was naturally blessed to stay pretty skinny no matter what he ate.

With a little working out he was able to tone up his body and make everything look rather nice. It wasn’t really for anyone else but himself but he didn’t mind the occasional looks when someone thought he was looking exceptionally nice. Of course, Alexander didn’t always wear such casual outfits. Today was an exception and he found that it was more comfortable to be working long hours in such a casual outfit rather than the nice suit he normally wore with clients. He had multiple outfits that were used for gala dinners, openings, and conventions. Dana was just getting the more laid back version today.

He watched as Dana rounded his car and perched to match his stance. He smiled a little and looked over at the other. Dana’s eyes were another favorite part about him. They were golden, and beautiful. Very unusual in the human world and something that Alexander never got to really appreciate. As they looked at one another though he had a chance to just look at him a moment. His eyes really pulled his entire face together, with the glasses he had on earlier he couldn’t see them and it looked odd. Those golden orbs were like a sun all on their own. As he rubbed them Alexander had to fight to look him straight in the eyes. Then, there it was, his expression shattered and Dana was chewing on his lip as if something was bothering him.

Those eyes focused, expanded and then grew small once more before they seemed to cloud over to protect his eyes from the sun. It was so interesting to Alexander that he wanted to stare into them for hours. As the sun hit them their golden hue turned more auburn almost like a tigers eye.

Then, as it all started, it stopped. The harpy ducked under down into the car and got in. Alexander smirked lightly and shook his head moving and getting in as well. He shut the door, locking the harpy in with his scent and turning on the car. He reached above him in the visor and pulled out his sunglasses which were resting up there and put them on. His hands shifted and turned on the AC making sure the two of them wouldn’t die from the heat. He pulled his shirt away from his collar just a little, the heat getting to him some. His eyes tilted to the other as he started to speak again.

“Ah…busy busy I see. Well. I’m more than free, you’re my biggest assignment at the moment so when the time is best for you is when we should do it.” He put the car in reverse and shifted looking behind him and backed out of his spot. “Tomorrow wouldn’t be awful. How about we make that a go?” he said and put the car in drive before pulling out of the parking lot they were in.

He turned the radio down to a whisper and shifted in his seat just a little to be more relaxed as he started down the street. His eyes turned to watch the road not really paying attention to his passenger at the moment except to talk to him. As much as he wanted to look at the cute harpy he couldn’t at the moment. He was thinking thai food, luckily for them there was an amazing hole in the wall thai place about twenty minutes from his work. He didn’t know how much the harpy got out into the not so elite parts of town but he was hoping his choice wasn’t going to offend him. Alexander thought it was one of the best places because it was authentic and the people there were just super sweet. Plus, it was cheap. Not like Alexander or the harpy needed to want for anything but saving money never hurt anyone.

Specially if he decided to quit his job as a designer. His arm extended and he rested his left wrist on the steering wheel and his right elbow on the center console meaning he was leaning sort of into Dana. The car wasn’t the most spacious anyway and it wasn’t like it was going to be hard for the two of them to accidently brush hands or arms or whatever. It was just a matter of time, plus, it seemed the harpy was a little uncomfortable as it was in the small space.

June 11, 2018

Never mind, he was going to lose his mind.

A biting conversation reached his memories. Really more like a confrontation, as a woman had stood telling him off tit for tat. It wasn't a secret he didn't like her. She was a model he'd had to work with and unfortunately they clashed off-set. She didn't like harpies- wasn't used to them- and laughed at stupid jokes that were launched toward him and never landed. He told her she was being an ignorant hog and to roll in dirt. And months later he had to stand by a pool and have a woman wave her finger in her face, with a snarking tone, "Oh, you're just so beautiful, but flowers never stray far from their roots, and yours are dirt- you're garbage, nothing! Just some beast!"

Of course Dana had flashed his glass at her and let pungent wine ruin her perm, her dress, and her makeup.

But he was a harpy. A rarity of his kind, a man among colonies of women, a person from the bottom of society. A monster made to feed. Inside of him was a machine that compelled his senses to eat ruthlessly, to attack the living, to prey and indulge in the predatory senses that wracked his body. That built his world.

So being locked in a hot car with someone who Dana found unfortunately attractive, who smelled good, who came wrapped in a package of vulnerabilities, was getting to him. And Dana had thought that Alexander's prior aggressive reprimands had been flirtatious. Locking him in a hot car that stunk of his musk and lifestyle? This was courting. He was being courted. Dana pulled the belt around him and made it tight, needing that pressure to pretend he was harnessed to the seat. It cut into him and was unbearably stiff. The double entendre struck him hard and the harpy found it so grating that his plan suddenly worked against him.

Alexander reached up and he could smell his sweat. Alexander turned on the AC and the rush of air blasted more of his staled musk into Dana's face. Alexander tugged at his collar and had the nerve to look at him. The absolute gall. This wasn't casual-- he had to be under an elaborate plan that involved intimate seduction. This is why he had his own drivers, why he always rode with partitions up, always had his own airlocked security, walked in wide spaces, why he put lavendar bundles in all of his closets and drawers. Because this fear had kept him awake as a teen. What if he was stuck in a situation where his mental faculties were tested?

Well! If it was a challenge the bastard wanted, a challenge would be met! Dana wasn't going to break. Dana does not break.

He stays true to this, looking at Alexander as he speaks then nods. "It's a go." The muscles on his neck when he twisted to look behind him was so appealing. Dana looked toward the road and asked the goddess of the hunt to take her hand away from his heart, implored the master of strength to give him amplified fortitude.

'Oh my goodness. He's minimizing distractions.' Dana ate a gummy worm as the car hummed underneath him. A man at his side. With nice arms. And sweat on his brow. It could have stopped there, Dana would have been fine, eyes averting to look out of the window in contemplation. He wondered if he was swallowing loudly. He tried to keep it quiet but there was such an excess of saliva that it increased the frequency. Letting it build up made strings appear when he parted his lips to take in another gummy bear, an unfortunate side effect he glanced in the reflection of the passenger window.

It could have been okay. Silence was meditative. The small motions of the car could be like a wave.

But then Alexander got comfortable. He owned the space, spreading out, that confidence, so dazzling. Dana tried not to feel the direct provocation. But his blood was already simmering and the added heat had brought it to the bubbles finally popping through the surface. He didn't realize he was finishing off his ziploc bag of worms until he bit down on his own fingers, and jerked, elbow knocking against Alexander's arm resting on the console. Slowly, he removed the fingers from his mouth and grimaced- at the spit or the punctures, who knows.

Getting napkins out of his satchel made him bump against Dana again and he apologized quietly as he wrapped his fingers. "I guess I'm eager to eat," he mumbled as his eyes averted again out of the window. Dana refused to let himself blush and pressed down on the window's switch, the wind lashing his hair out around him as he prayed to the god of chaos to let the car hit a pothole and catapult him out of the vehicle, rendering him split and hopefully unconscious.

Then he apologized to the patron of mirth for his joke because he honestly wasn't sure if he was joking at this point.

June 11, 2018

Alexander had no idea the affects he was having on his new harpy companion. Humans didn’t have such…firey needs and courting to them was far different. Alexander was just…existing and he had no idea that his actions were giving the wrong impression to Dana who was practically seething in the seat next to him. It wasn’t soon after Alexander had owned his own space that Dana seemed to have bitten his finger.

Alexander felt the elbow knock against him and his gaze shifted to Dana then he peered over his sunglasses looking at his fingers, “Are you okay? Heh your mind somewhere else Dana?” he asked with a light chuckle as he felt another bump against him. Alexander didn’t think much of the other rolling down the window and he didn’t even see a blush there but as he turned his head looking back at the road he couldn’t keep a light smile from forming on his lips. This little harpy was more nervous than anything he had ever seen.

What was he saying...this harpy wouldn't be flirting with him right? So why was he sitting here thinking he was cute? Alexander knew his sexuality when he reached puberty but that didn't change that he sometimes caught himself liking someone who most likely wouldn't like hm. Alexander being gay in this work was easy, most people assumed he was gay because he made clothing but it didn't bother him too much. He still got the occassional woman hanging on him and annoying the shit out of him. It was times like these that he wished anyone that could possibly be like him would have a little sticker over their head so it wasn't such a guessing game. Dana seemed to be flirting with him but...it could be easily a misunderstanding and he was just shy when not around a huge crowd. He wished there was a handbook for this sort of thing so he didn't have to figure it out for himself. He felt like he had been quiet for a long while so he spoke again peering over at Dana a moment before he spoke.

“You have some sharp teeth there…are you sure your finger is okay?” he asked absently as he shifted a little in his seat giving Dana more room by putting his free hand in his lap while the other guided the car through a four lane highway. His eyes weren’t really focused on Dana, it was more of the road and he welcomed the distraction. He needed it or he was going to get the wrong impression that Dana was flirting with him. He would have to do some research about harpies to understand more about his new companion. He didn’t want either of them misunderstanding something.

He reached forward and turned off the AC since the window was open and rolled his own down sighing softly as he welcomed the rush of air. It seemed to have gotten a little warm in there for him too and he was happy for the change now that they weren’t locked in a car together. He didn’t know what it was but it seemed something had changed inside of the harpy and he was a little worried if he had said something bad.

He steered the car off the highway and breathed a soft sigh as they were back on slower streets, the heat starting to settle once more. Sweat percolating at his collar bone and showing on the part of his chest that was visible. He made a soft clicking sound as someone pulled infront of him, him settling down in his seat a little as they were stopped. They weren’t too far from the restaurant but it was lunch rush, everyone was out right now and the streets showed it. As they inched along and finally got out of the little bustle of traffic he turned on his blinker to pull into the parking lot.

He quickly made the gap and looked around finding a parking spot and sighing softly as he rolled up the windows. “I hope you’re hungry, they have huge portions here.” He smiled a little and reached over to Dana’s side, it almost looked like he was reaching for his thigh but instead his fingers just lightly brushed the outer part of his thigh as he grabbed a sun visor and opened it up covering his windshield with it so it wouldn’t get insanely hot again. He then turned the car off and opened the door before getting out. He stretched, his shirt pulling up just a little showing that fine-tuned stomach and hips, the muscle definition wasn’t a secret.

He leaned back down into the car and smiled a little, “You comin?”

June 11, 2018

Dana didn't know if he trusted himself to speak, instead nodding once at the question and leaving it at that. The bite did unfortunately smart but the twinge of pain and irritation was an unforeseen bonus. It was distracting. If the harpy could make it flare some more it'd probably do him so good. Carefully applying pressure on the tissue soaking up the steady beading blood, he didn't wince at the new swell of irritation but was glad to have it.

Mind elsewhere indeed. This was the one thing about his upbringing that would irritate him to no end, the poor preparation. He couldn't blame the Mothers and Aunts. They only tried to do their best. With such rare chances of having a male like Dana live so far into his adolescence, the women had little knowledge of the courses the harpy's life could take. They didn't imagine that he would leave. Men were meant to be the paragons of magic and strength, and to breed like there was no tomorrow, staying pure and pent up until they were ripe then assaulted with drove after drove of women. Legends had it of lines forming outside of huts or by banks as women waited their turn for their share of the long fabled delicacy. But those were legends. Fables.

This was a new age and their culture had never once caught up or had the desire to. Their glance at the outside world was tarnished by strife, negligence, and unjust treatment. A child like Dana packing up his bags and leaving the crags was a death sentence in their eyes- grounds of exile if they had reason to be cross with him.

Dana wanted to know about sex, but he was never allowed. All other interactions had been brief, gruff affairs. The comedic tragedy that had been his loss of virginity was unremarkable and very dry. After the woman got off of him, she stated proudly that now he wasn't a virgin anymore, asked if he was happy, and all he could think to do was get up and say something about needing a shower. Dana appreciated and scrutinized aesthetics, never looks. Someone objectively ugly could be subjectively gorgeous with proper dress and form, with proper ownership, with proper aesthetics.

Attraction was not the same. Attraction was not casual but deeply bred in him. And as he thought about this calamity, he cast a sidelong glance at Alexander. His smile, his nose, and that relaxed posture. In the heat of the day Dana wondered what it would have been like to breed Alexander. There were hardly ever results; it was just genetic configuration compelling bodily action. All he ever seemed to do was smile or look confused, maybe shocked. Dana could read the emotions that went through him so easily. He could imagine him screaming or cursing at him as they grappled. Would he have been the one to be taken? That was new. Dana had never considered something like that.

The harpy didn't get a chance to explore the questionable idea deeper when Alexander's voice prompted him. Looking down at his fingers and removing the tissue to flex them blood continued to pool on the wounds. "They're okay," he sighed, looking back to the street. "It's not unlike me to misgauge those parts of myself. I got lackadaisical. But I'm fine now."

He wasn't looking at the other anymore but heard his movements and the suction's release as the window slid down and more wind whipped around the car. While it did froth Alexander's smell, it was also incredibly refreshing. Nothing could mimic flying, a privilege he had loved dearly. Harpies weren't sanctioned to fly in the city's limits. But having his face practically out of the window and going at the speed they were, he could imagine the extra push and that heart-lifting feeling. A small, teensy smile twitched onto his lips as he lost himself in a good memory.

Entering regular traffic again made his typical neutrality return and he looked into cars idly. The dogs sticking their heads out stared at him oddly and the harpy sniffed before chancing a look at his companion as they began to turn into the parking lot. It was perfectly timed, too, as the hands that he'd admired since their meeting came close- too close, touched him- and left again.

'This is unfair.' Saliva collecting again at the display just outside of the car, Dana looked as lost as he felt, eyes locking with Alexander's and swimming with too many feelings for the harpy to handle. Getting out was the only answer and that's what he did. "The food smells good," he noted as he walked in the direction of the plaza where all the stores were lined up. Breathing in huge gulps of air, the celebrity prepared himself for what would be another hour or two of unprecedented and maddening attraction. The shirt he was wearing wasn't opaque and sweat began to build along his spine. In the bright sunlight it was practically see-through, Dana's torso and its fine lines and details nearly clear. He would have walked off and chanced whatever establishment in a guess as to what Alex had planned but he had a feeling it would be taken as rude.

So he stayed put, looking off into the distance as he waited for the other man to catch up so they could sit down and eat and continue the torture.

June 13, 2018

Alexander watched as their eyes locked and he let a smile ring once more. Dana finally got out and he welcomed the other as he locked the car. “Yea it does doesn’t it? I’m starving.” He chuckled lightly and put his keys into his pocket as he walked toward Dana and taking a moment to enjoy the sight infront of him. Having locked up the car he was able to take a good look at Dana’s back side, which he hadn’t really gotten a chance to check out.

The hot day was causing sweat to form along the mans spine, his see through shirt only getting more see through as the sweat pooled into the fabric. Alexander felt a little bad for making him so hot but he figured the harpy wasn’t complaining. His body was lean, slender, yet toned in all the right spots. His waist was small, fragile looking and his back was pure perfection.

Alexander had to pull himself out of his little delay and move infront of the other to open the door to a little thai place on the plaza. The door dinged as they walked in and the woman there welcomed Alexander before asking him if his usual table sufficed. “Yea that’ll work just fine. I have a companion today so bring a menu for him.” He waved to her as she left and he turned back to Dana. “I come here a lot…they don’t get a ton of business so my money usually is a good help.” He smiled a little and guided Dana back to the table that was rumored his. It was a small corner booth sort of closed off from the rest of the restaurant.

Good for silent nights of eating alone or good for a romantic dinner. Either worked, it also worked for a good business meeting without praying eyes. He shifted a little as he sat down moving into the right side of the booth. An arm resting on the table as he made sure he had his wallet and phone on him and hadn’t left them in the car. Alexander was very forgetful. He wondered if his secretary wasn’t around if he would lose his head.

His mother when he was younger used to write little notes in his bathroom so when he went in there to brush his teeth he would have a reminder not to forget his lunch or his studies or textbooks. It was very helpful, luckily he was able to have a secretary. During college it was rough, he forgot multiple papers and had to turn them in late. Luckily throughout the years he has gotten a little better but still sometimes it slips his mind and he forgets important things like his cellphone and wallet.

Once he made sure they were there his eyes flicked up to meet Dana’s. He pulled off his sunglasses and put them on the collar of his shirt. The action pulling down the collar some and exposing his collar bones and chest. His eyes leveled on Dana and he tilted his head, “You sure are bleeding a lot still…hopefully we can get you some food and you can not be so hungry you wanna eat your finger off.” He chuckled softly and watched as the waitress came over dropping off a menu for Dana. She smiled brightly and gave them both water and said she would be back for drink orders soon enough.

June 14, 2018

As Alexander handled the restaurant with familiarity, Dana glanced around with contemplation. It was nothing like the places he'd been to. It smelled good; he liked the grit that was in the back of his throat- that tell-tale sign of intense and passionate cooking. Also something spicy. Spicy was very good. There was a lot of red and orange, with worn pleather seating and bamboo reeded chairs. After taking in the face value from behind Alexander, Dana decided that he liked it.

On that note-- being behind Alexander. They were too close to be staring at his bum again. But it was the fact that this wasn't in his hands and that put a shock through his system. Very often the harpy was in charge of these affairs. He was the one that rolled his eyes at fretting creatures who were indecisive, unsure, and said where they would go for diner, what they would do. He ordered the food. He knew the people. He took charge of every situation-- he was the one who stood in front.

It made him feel funny. There was a lot of feeling funny today.

As if Alexander heard him, the man turned and flashed him that little smile before leading him deeper into the restaurant. The money helps? He'd remember that. But Dana followed obediently and sat down on the taunt seating. Seeing as how the other man took the right entrance, the harpy took the left, continuing to take in the new environment. Overhead lamp light, secluded corner, cushiony place to relax.

Eventually his eyes drop back to his companion. Dana notes that Alexander's arms, like other humans, has that faint spackling of hair. He watched the shirt pull and crinkle where the weight was pushed as Alexander felt around his pockets. He would have looked down next but the idea was too tempting and his collaborator already had his attention back on the harpy. Missed opportunities but safe decisions. And while Dana tested safety, sometimes it was a requirement for specific situations. Safety meant in this specific situation not letting his eyes drop down to Alexander's collarbones in a significant gesture. Instead, he would maintain their professional eye contact and simply shrug. Now that the napkin was off and the fingers had some time to stay still, his flesh began its process of knitting itself a new strength.

There was already puffy raw patches that had formed to quickly surround and close his brutal bites.

Accepting the menu and returning the smile with an uncharacteristically charming flash of teeth, Dana flipped it open and began to peruse. "You’ve been here often. Judge me- what recommendations do you have that you think will suit my palette?" he queried, glancing up once before he returned to browsing.

Dana had never been a huge browser of the food markets they had here. Food markets- that's what the children had been taught to call the long streets and busy plazas that were crammed with ritzy restaurant after another. That was one thing there was no inaccuracy on. Maybe the prices were more fixed than the bidding games at the food stands back home, but he could see where they'd draw the conclusion from. A place like this, though... He didn't know if it would be included in that cheeky saying. It was real- and smelled good, to boot. Dana felt an already small happiness that Alexander had decided fort them to go there.

June 23, 2018

Alexander after figuring out he had indeed brought everything including his wallet that the lunch would be alright. He sat back against the chair looking over to Dana who seemed to take the napkin off his fingers to investigate the bite there. The skin was puffy and raw looking but it seemed it had brown back together. Stitched itself back together like a magical sewing machine did it for him.

Alexander was always aware of such strange things. Such strange powers, the things that different creatures had that humans had no knowledge of. Even thinking back on it movies was the only place he had actually seen anything like this happen. It was a little strange to be seeing it in person and his eyes focused on those fingers that seemed to be good as new. He wondered how handy that must be, never having to go to the hospital because you just grow back skin. Never have any scars because there wasn’t a wound to have one in the first place.

When the other spoke it pulled him out of his thoughts and he smiled a little, “Ah yea I come here often. Mostly just locals know about it so I like to bring in some money for the owners. They try to keep afloat…it’s a little hard with so many nicer and flashier places around them.” He shifted a little and scooted closer to Dana till their shoulders were inches from touching. He peered over at the menu and hummed softly. “Well I’ll tell you what all I like and you can go from there? They have really good curry but not like indian curry thai curry. It’s a lot…hotter? Yea.” He looked back at the menu a moment and tapped his finger on the table.

“Oh! Pad Thai is a good base for anyone starting out or if they don’t know what they like. It’s a noodle dish usually served with chicken and tofu and vegetables. It has a peanut sauce that is to die for!” He chuckled a little at his own little joke and pointed to the top of the map. “This right here is the spice rating you want your food to have. Everything you can get with no spice to extreme spice. They let you decide. I usually stick with a medium because it’s a good middle between not hot and spicy!” He peered up to Dana a moment. “So really anything you can have can be any spice. Curry I like to be spicier and my pad thai I like to be a middle.”

The area he had been pointing at was a cute little display of peppers with different levels of red in them. The no spice was a black outline of a pepper with no red filler. The mild was a pepper with the bottom part of the pepper sort of red. The medium was a half full pepper and the extreme was completely full. It was like their way of helping those who couldn’t read. He always found it amusing to see and wondered if anyone really didn’t now how.

He sat back a little and looked away, “Or you can get fried rice with any type of meat you can think of. If you want to go really easy.” He shrugged and moved back to his side before leaning close to the table. “I’m getting a number 23 which is like pad thai but is a little sweeter. Its got a sweet soy sauce on it which is pretty good.” He shrugged a little and pushed himself against the back of the chair with a sigh.

June 26, 2018

Keenly aware of their closeness and hyper-senses going into full gear, Dana silently basked in Alexander's presence. He was tempted to question how much he siddled up but would betray a feeling he didn't have. He wasn't uncomfortable and he wasn't angry, nor agitated. It was probably some nerves but most of them were always prickled. Adjusting and placing his chin on linked hands, he watched the other man as he spoke. And he spoke a lot. Humans were very expressive- one of the more communicative races. They were chatty to the point of creating a whole city of buzzing. But every race was chatty compared to his own. Harpies were cited as being horrendous sounding with banshee shrieks and cawing and scratchy, nasty voices full of malice and violence. But it was just from years of disuse. Physicality was important. Reading the body was the language they had.

Someone could jerk their chin and say two paragraphs worth and that's all that was required. They hardly ever spoke- most went to small village schools, at most, and talked there. But adulthood had it phase out. It was very often quiet in the mountains to the base ears. Of course, Dana always heard more. And when he'd moved into the cities, he'd hated it. He would stay in his apartment and plug his ears in utter pain. Many voices still caused him certain discomfort. But not Alexander's. He liked it.

Honestly, Dana would have just chosen something from the menu and eaten it. It wasn't a problem. They had short descriptions. They had some pictures. It was another selfish urge that he'd acted on, a plain-faced desire to hear his companion speak. He liked seeing him move. His nuances of speech.

His 'ah's and 'oh's and the ways his voice ended in a question when he was unsure of a way to say something or if he was explaining it correctly, before affirming it. Often his eyes would just stay on Alexander. Dana inclined his head when necessary and made a noise to communicate acknowledgement, but those were few and far between. Instead, the harpy kept his still and silent position.

'I like him.'

It was a thought that had crystallized and was burning at the edge of Dana's mind, creeping to the forefront of his awareness. It wasn't stunning. It didn't fit what he'd read in books, or in articles, or overheard during galas, or luncheons. It was an observation to be catalouged like every other. He liked this human man, Alexander, his collaborator, his partner, and technical employee.

There were just certain energies in the world that attracted people. With a hum, Dana dropped his eyes to the pepper meter the man was pointing to, still absorbing the understanding that Alexander was just a specific kind of person he happened to have been wired to be attracted to.

As Alexander moved away, Dana dropped his hands to rest one on the spot where the man had been prior. It was perverse. He wondered if it was just natural for him to do that or if he'd subconsciously done it on purpose. Staring at the menu for a little longer, he pushed it away from him slightly and nodded. "I'll get curry. With shrimp. It looks good. I don't get to eat spices often." Glancing at the other man, he gave him a small smile. "Thank you for explaining the menu, I real-" His phone began to buzz, cutting him off sharply.

Dana mumbled an apology as he answered. "Hello, this is vas Norman speaking." He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, folding his leg over the other. "Yes, hello Tinsley. Yes, I do recall your invitation, but I must confirm I'm currently busy with a prior arrangement." There was a pause where the harpy raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No… I'm not 'lying' I am at a current lunch, which will extend for some time-- so we're interrupting people now? Is that what we, professional people do, interrupt one another?"

"… Tinsley, I hear you're upset, I know that my absence must have cut you to the core of your being. I suggest going to your husband and complaining about it, then shining the teaset you took from his dead relatives as a means for something to do because you've already eaten up enough of my time." Ending the call, Dana shoved his phone back in his satchel and gave Alexander a meaningful look before sighing and getting up. "I'm going to use the toiletries."

Walking off confidently, Dana made it a few steps before he realized he had no idea where he was going and had to make a sharp turn before he entered the kitchens, successfully maneuvering himself down the correct hallway and to the bathrooms.

June 28, 2018

Alexander of course during the entire time he was explaining the menu did not notice the others keen attention to him. He was so wrapped up in explaining everything that he didn’t really notice that Dana wasn’t even looking at the menu but at him. At the way he talked, his facial expressions, his movement of his hands. Everything about him Dana was watching and he didn’t notice it one bit. How shallow of him to be unable to see someone so blatantly in awe of him. Then again, Alexander had few admirers other than his fans from work and dated very little. It wouldn’t be a shock if Dana told him he liked him and he still didn’t get the picture. He wasn’t dumb or dill witted it was just that he didn’t really think he was worth the like from another person. Let along someone as beautiful as Dana who seemed to fill the room with light. That was of course when he wasn’t angry.

When he moved he watched Dana shift a little but Alexander hadn’t moved back all the way to his side of the table. He stayed sort of close to Dana not liking to have to talk so far away specially If he had a question about the menu or something else. He watched that hand move down between them and he found it rather odd that he was feeling the space he had just left. Was it possible Dana did like him? No no that couldn’t be right.

When Dana announced what he was going to be having Alexander smiled and forgot all about the hand on the seat beside him. “That one is really good you’ll enjoy it!” He heard the other go into another sentence that was quickly cut off by a phone buzzing. Alexander waved a hand as if he knew Dana was going to apologize and just waved it off like it didn’t matter. He shifted a little in his chair as he listened to the conversation without really meaning to.

When the conversation with the other party ended Dana looked to him then announced he would be using the restroom. Alexander was about to tell him where they were when Dana walked away. He chuckled softly and sighed knowing the harpy would figure it out sooner than later. He peered over to the spot where the other man had been sitting not to long ago. He smiled lightly before the waitress came back and asked for orders. He ordered for Dana and then told her that he wanted his usual. She dropped off their drinks and then turned around to put in the orders.

Alexander leaned back into his chair pulling out his phone. He roamed through the tabs till he got to his calendar making sure he had in the evening appointment with Dana for measurements and brainstorming for their outfit. He still found it odd that he would be packing an evening bag to spend the night but he assumed this would be because they would be working late into the evening. He ran a hand through his hair seeing a few other appointments he had on that day that he would need to be moving around.

He shot a text to his secretary and asked her to move around his 5 oclock and 7 oclock meetings to the next day in order for him to stay longer with Dana. He found the other creature amusing and very interesting. Having not met a harpy before it was interesting to finally get to interact with one. He had no idea the impact he was having on the other although he probably wished he did so he could either stop it or act on it. He liked Dana though and found his company rather nice. Specially when it didn’t have to do with work.

June 30, 2018

'Can humans smell attraction?'

'Do humans have strong olfactory senses?'

'How strong are human teeth?'

Dana did his research with an intent look, eyes flicking up and down the site as he crouched down in a corner of the small bathroom. A worker glanced at him upon entry and seemed wary of his tight and balled up presence. Dana simply nodded in his direction and resumed reading multiple scientific journals and Quora answers on the subject. Romance was never for the faint of heart. Of all the deities and spirits that could be invoked, for all that history had to say, romance was one of the most dangerous things that had happened to sentient creatures. Dana did enjoy himself a good amount of danger.

Multiple things pointed him toward courting Alexander as strongly as he could. One of the strongest factors was the tenacious ambition that thrummed in his very soul. It made him who he was, always striving for the best. In his journey of being good at what he wanted to be good at and crushing those who stood in his way, well Dana had adopted a nice human saying. He quite enjoyed it.

Go big or go home.

A grand hurrah. A glorious pursuit. No settling, no comfort, no acceptance-- purely the greatest that could be achieved should be strived for. And if one wasn't willing to go big then it's not something worth trying. Dana consulted another article one last time. Apparently women's health and sex lifestyles was chock full of interesting factoids about the strength of the human body and the way to woo a particular individual. Alexander was not a woman but he was a man who had refined tastes, good style, and sensibilities that Dana found most agreeable. His personality was not insulting and his posterior was very passable, achieving even high marks.

It was settled. He was going to woo his collaborative partner. Dana washed his hands while nodding to himself and left the bathroom assured of his path. It wasn't until Alexander came into his sights, slouched back in his seat with that mused hair and contemplative expression that Dana realized the issue of ethics, media, and press releases.

The result of this sudden information made him stutter in his long strides, a waitress clipping him as she tried to maneuver around his suddenly stiff form. She tripped and Dana acted quickly to steady her tray, teacups and teapot pressing against his palms as they both hastily apologized. She went away with another stream of apologies which the harpy returned in kind as he settled back into his booth. There was color on his cheeks, glassy like a hot breath fogging a window. His itself seemed ruffled and muscles coiled tight.

He cleared his throat and things cooled once more. With a delicate sniff, the man pulled his thai tea towards him and sipped as if nothing strange had just occurred. If he pretended it didn't happen then it didn't happen. Those were also words to live by. "Ahem." He smoothed down his hair with a slight shrug. "The bathroom is very red. I should ask about the décor. Some of the pieces are very intriguing." It was such a casual way of speaking, the man obviously steady with looking beyond his blunder- outright refusing to acknowledge it. He felt a strong urge to smooth Alexander's hair once he glanced up at the other, fighting the instinct to demurely drop his eyes.

This was incredibly frightening. Dana felt nerves chewing at him. Romance, conduct, work. Humans. Then the entire fact that Alexander could very well not ever… return-- oh! The very thought sent his nerves into a tizzy, missing the straw in his thai iced tea and mouthing at air for a moment before he caught the plastic between his teeth and cut it clean in two.

But he couldn't let Alexander know his blunder. So he just lowered his head and sucked up, swallowing the bit of tubed plastic as it went washed down with the thai tea.

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